Your new warding ring leaves Ms. Sterling unsatisfied. Deal with your HANGER-ON.

You're spending your nights with Ms. Sterling now, although your studies keep you occupied into the evening, often with Nadia or another first-year from House Beavertail. During your classes and studies, you keep your warding ring active, and so far you haven't had any accidents. One of the side effects is that with the ring on, you usually have a visible erection, which has caused some mirth during classes and meals.

One of the other side effects, Ms. Sterling complains, is that with you wearing the ring, both of you are having difficulty reaching climax when she calls on you for intercourse. After three nights of both of you failing to spend from the active conjunction of your willy and her Venusian grotto, she complains, "We need to get to the bottom of this, Eric. You are responsible for my needs and comfort, and things don't seem to be working. We'll try something different tomorrow night."

"Yes, Ms. Sterling," you say.

She growls.

"Yes, Aurelia," you correct yourself.

"That's better, Eric," she says. "Now lie on your back and let me use my hands."

Aurelia teases, strokes, and pumps your willy until she coaxes out a climax, your whole body tensing and releasing with waves of pleasure. She clucks with satisfaction at the result, then blots your abdomen, the head of your willy, and her hands. As you drift on the edge of sleep, you feel the bed shaking in a now-familiar rhythm as she hand-delivers her own climax for the third night running.

You have ACHIEVED YOUR GOAL of creating a ward to moderate your Wild Talent, but it seems to hold you and Ms. Sterling back from satisfaction in one of your most pleasant duties. DEAL WITH YOUR HANGER-ON.

Roll +AMBITION(-2) (-1 Ambition, -1 HANGER-ON) to APPEASE YOUR HANGER-ON.

⚁⚀ - 2 = 1, Miss.

The next evening finds you wending your way back to Ms. Sterling's room, tired and a bit dizzy from this evening's magical exercises. Nadia is helping you catch up for the class and practice time you lost when you put Ms. Sterling up the duff with your Wild Magic, and then dealing with the Tutor's pronouncements and the time in Master Elbegast's workshop.

This time Aurelia makes you take off the ring so there's nothing between you. That night, it's a success, and both of you drift off to blissful sleep after a mutual climax.

However, Aurelia demands an encore during the middle of the class day. She hurriedly pulls you into a side room near the great hall. Aurelia assures you that it's safe, since the great hall is rarely used except for grand assemblies of the whole academy. You will your willy to go down, keeping your eyes closed and trying to ignore Aurelia's closeness. With your member in ebb and your robe girded up above your waist, you work the warding ring over one ball and then the other, and thence off your drooping shaft.

Without the ring to hold your energies close, your willy lies soft and low. But at the touch of Aurelia's fingertips, at her smile and the twinkle in her eyes, you feel a pulse, a twitch, and soon you're at full stand.

"Very good, Eric, very good," she whispers. "Be quick, now."

She lifts the tail of her robe and bends forward, bracing her hands against the wall.

Such beauty, you think. Aurelia's bum is as pretty as her face.

"Quickly!" she hisses. Aurelia's loud whisper underlines her urgency while hopefully not carrying beyond the little room.

You obey, stepping forward and pointing your willy at the door of Aurelia's hungry Venusian grotto that yearns to be filled. Her lips are swollen and parted, her entrance slick on the tip of your willy. You press forward and Aurelia sighs.

"That's the way, Eric, quickly now!"

It feels so good, and with the ring off, there's nothing to slow you down or hold you back. Your firm belly slaps her bum at a fast pace, and her treasure cave feels wonderful, wonderful, wonderful.

"Oh Eric yes, faster, faster, yes!" Aurelia says. "Yes yes! Mmmhhh!!"

Aurelia's golden doorway squeezes down on your the shaft of your willy, pulsing tightly as her climax echoes through her body. Her head dips down and bucks upward, tossing her golden tresses, and her hips roll, grinding back at you. Your balls and root tingle and your willy swells inside her.

"OH!" you cry out. "AH!" A volcanic emission erupts from your member. You feel your Wild Magic rising again and... "OH, OH!" it blasts out with your seed. There's a whirl and a whoosh. Aurelia's legs shake. Your knees buckle. You're both falling. It's as much as you can do to hold on to her hips and make sure she lands on top of you.

The stone floor deals you a dizzying blow to the head. You lie there, your ears ringing and your vision swarming with a myriad golden sparkles.

The door opens. Blinking, your vision clears and your eyes focus upon Headmistress Pernilla Porcinilla. She's naked, with one hand on her hip, and one hand holding her wand forth. The rumors were true. She has a second, smaller pair of breasts below her generous main endowment, and a third pair, little more than nipples, below the second pair. And below that a golden bush, and...

The Headmistress clears her throat, and you meet her eyes. You don't see amusement or mercy there.

From the Headmistress' disrobement, your Wild Magic must have disapparated her gaudy emerald robes. Indeed, there's no sign of your brown robe or Aurelia's blue one. Aurelia and Pernilla are naked but for their jewelry.

Your willy softens and slips out of Aurelia's sheath. You wonder what to say. Probably nothing. Not now. There's a chill and a tightness between your shoulders as you see the frown on the Headmistress' face.

"Again, Mr. Mothwing-Marshall?" the Headmistress says. "Again, Ms. Sterling?"

Roll +AMBITION(-2) to GET OUT OF TROUBLE (-1 Ambition, -1 HANGER-ON).

⚀⚃ - 2 = 3, Miss.

You didn't know that instructors could be assigned penitentiary tasks, but there you are, cleaning and banishing and renewing the wards in the rooms on one side of House Beavertail's practice hall, and Ms. Sterling is working on the other side, dressed in a robe of the same gray that you're wearing, her hands and neck bare of her accustomed sapphire jewelry. During your own service, you're still responsible for Aurelia's comforts and needs, and her pregnancy has advanced to the point where she's sick in the morning, and sensitive to odors and minor magical residues. You've had to help her with the bucket twice during your work on the practice rooms. Her face is pale and grim, but she persists. Despite her discomposure, she works more quickly than you do, and meets you partway down your row.

"I hope the Headmistress won't ask for any more," Ms. Sterling says. "It's not as if Whiplash or Hawk will stand up for me."

"I hope so too," you say.

Roll +DILIGENCE(+2) to GET OUT OF DETENTION (+2 Diligence)

⚄⚁ + 2 = 9.

On a 7-9, you work out your sentence. You may ENCOUNTER the proctor or a FRIEND before you go.

Roll +CUNNING(+1) (+2 Cunning, -1 HANGER-ON) to ENCOUNTER Ms. Sterling. Maybe you can try it again...carefully?

⚀⚂ + 1 = 5. Miss.

Miss Hemstitch's tiny assistant floats in, bearing a gold-trimmed brown robe for you and a black-trimmed white robe -- House Minerval -- for Aurelia.

"All done I see," chimes the little glowing being. "Take care!"

When the creature has departed, bearing away your gray robes, Ms. Sterling reclaims her wand. With a little concentration, the white and black flicker, blend, swirl with iridescence, and settle down to her signature blue.

She catches your gaze and smiles, saying, "Yes, it goes with my eyes. Better to turn the robe blue than turn my eyes white."

"Yes!" you say, imagining a white-eyed Aurelia and a white and black robe.

She laughs. "Come give me a bath," she says.

As Mistress of Enchantments, like the other instructors, Ms. Sterling has the use of a private bath for the asking. She instructs you in the use of calming and cleansing tinctures, their virtues enhanced by a simple spell. You soap and sponge her body, thinking there's a little swell in her belly where the baby is growing. After a warm rinse, she settles into the scented water of the tub with a sigh.

"I'm pleased that your warding ring keeps you at a stand, Eric," she says, playing idly with your willy as you stand by the tub. "We'll figure out how to make a go of it and keep your magic contained. At least Miss Hemstitch didn't see fit to enchant you soft. Or the Headmistress. She must have been in a forgiving mood. Or she just didn't want to be bothered with the likes of you and me."

Your willy stiffens and fills under her attention. "Yes...Aurelia," you say.

"That's better," she says, giving your shaft a squeeze. "Call me by my name when I have my hand on your cock." You startle. "What, you think I'm too proper to use that word?" she says. "Cock? Well, in public, you call me Mistress, or Ms. Sterling, and I call you Mr. Mothwing-Marshall, and I call this your member, your phallus, your manhood, your membrum virile. But here, we are Aurelia and Eric, and this..." she squeezes "...this is your lovely, lovely cock."

"Aurelia," you breathe. "Can we...ah, try it again?"

She shakes her head. "Alas no," she says. "I have an appointment with Miss Hawk, Minerval's Tutor. The Headmistress has referred me to her authority. Miss Hawk may invite Master Whiplash to underline the Tutor's disapproval with an application of corporal chastisement. It's rare that they have the chance to thrash an instructress, so." She tips her chin up, beckons you to lean close, and whispers the rest. "I pray Master Whiplash will spend early from the pure excitement." She clears her throat. "Otherwise I may be sleeping on my belly, and you will be applying salve to the stripes."

"Ms. Sterling, will they really thrash you?" you ask, concerned.

"Not very hard," she says. "Particularly not now." She pats her belly. "But they might anoint the cane with stinging oil. To rub it in, so to speak."

Your eyes widen with concern.

"Not to worry, Eric," she says. "I'll bear a thrashing easier than a whole day cleansing the stale magical dregs from Beavertail's practice rooms. If they give me one, it will be more for their pleasure than for my pain. Now run along! Wait, put on your robe first, you silly darling."

You nod and swallow and take your leave.

You have completed your GOAL of controlling your Wild Talent, and the complications following from your success. Ms. Sterling is still your FRIEND, perhaps now to help you develop your special talents, and still your HANGER-ON, from your responsibilities of PATERNITY.

You have 1 XP, Ambition -1, Bravery +1, Cunning +2, Diligence +2.

Miss Wormwood the nurse owes you a FAVOR.

What next?

1. Pursue a new direction. Roll +DILIGENCE(+2) to ENCOUNTER someone who can introduce you to the study of enchanted creatures. On a successful result, you may pick up a GOAL. If the GOAL includes enchantments, Ms. Sterling may be able to help; if the GOAL relates to enchanted items, Master Elbegast may be helpful. Or perhaps there's another interest or direction of growth that you can follow. Does Nadia have a specialty that you could work together on?

2. Jump forward to winter term break. How does your family react to your situation with Ms. Sterling? Does Ms. Sterling have anyone close to her who would take note of her condition? (She and Miss Hemstitch have hinted that Ms. Sterling has connections with important people in magical society.)

3. Jump forward in the story. Relate the birth of the child you're having with Ms. Sterling. The baby is now a HANGER-ON whom you'll be partly responsible for caring for. See PATERNITY. In this case your roll may relate to making excuses for your time caring for the child, or getting someone else to help, or arguing with Aurelia or Housemistress Beeblossom. With your low AMBITION, you're not the best at talking people into doing you favors. Roll DEAL WITH YOUR HANGER-ON (Appease or Put Off) for your first time caring for the child: +AMBITION(-2) (-1 Ambition, -1 HANGER-ON).